I guess the major turning point in my mind, the moment that made me say "i'm not going to just try and forget this," was when a 1st sergeant handed me an ammo can of 240 rounds. The blood stained 240 rounds that my best friend had been using when he was shot and killed in an ambush, on a patrol that he wasn't supposed to be on, one day after we were told we were going to be back home.
I keep thinking back to a people who are suffering, starving, and dieing for corporate frofit. I think about a seven year old Iraqi child standing in a foot of sewage holding out his hand for anything that I can give him. I think about the cries of "no water" "no electricity" as I drove down the streets of Bahgdad, nevermind the 240 that I have aimed at your children.
Nevermind the fear, and propaganda, and cameras, and mics that are aimed at you. Nevermind the homeless in the streets. Nevermind the decline of the middle class. Nevermind the decline of the lower class. Life would be so nice if I didn't mind.